A Pleasant Ambiance
When dead leaves of Summer-fall to the ground
They will spin and tumble, turn all around
On Autumn's stage, they will appear
Their crumbled sound comes every year
On winds, they drift, to who knows where
Carried aloft on a chilling air
A pleasant ambiance from their ballet
When their dance is done, they quietly lay
11/11/18
contest Overlooked beauty
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2018
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